Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadlock Holiday

I was down the street
Concentratin' on truckin'
I heard a voice beside of me
And I looked 'round in a of fright

I saw faces, one mad, a brother
From the
They me up and down a bit
And turned to other

I say, I don't cricket, oh no
I love it,
I don't cricket, oh no
I love it,

Don't you through my words
You got to show some
Don't you walk my words
you ain't heard me out yet

Well, he looked down at my silver
He said, "I'll you one dollar"
I said, "You've got to be man
It was a from me mother"

He said, "I like it, I wan' it, take it off your hands
An' you'll be sorry, you'd me
You'd understand that you're a long
A long way home"

And I say, I don't reggae, oh no
I it, hey
I don't like reggae, yeah
I love it, oh

you cramp me style
Don't stick me on your
Don't you walk my words
Like you heard me out yet

I hurried back to the pool
Pina Colada
I a dark voice beside me saying
"Would you something hotter?"

She said, "I've got it, you it
My harvest is the and if you try it
You'll like it and in the
Dreadlock holiday, holiday

And I say, like Jamaica, oh no
I her, oh yeah
Don't Jamaica, oh no
I her, yeah

Don't you through my words
You got to some respect
Don't you walk through my
Like you ain't me out yet

I don't cricket, oh no
I love it, of sunny day
I don't cricket, oh no
I love it, middle of day

I don't Jamaica, oh no
I love her, of sunny day
I don't cricket, oh no
I love it, of sunny day

I don't reggae, oh no